As I make my way down the stairs, I can’t believe this is happening. Everything is the same and yet, in an instant, my whole world changes. First off, I need to make sure my baby-mommy has absolutely no dangerous detective work. If she won’t agree, I’ll handcuff her to the loft or worse, get one of Vincent’s thugs to watch over her.
Whistling, I place our order and when filled, make my way back up to our living space where Sam sings offkey in the shower. I drop the cardboard cups on the table and crack the door open.
“Want company?”
“Come on in, the water is fine.” Her tone and sexy smile cause my cock to stir but a few minutes ago she was sick.
Shucking off my clothes, I join her in the stall I cleverly built for two. Then, I grab the liquid soap, squeeze some into my palms, and rub her shoulders.
“Feeling better?”
“Mmm, much.” She lifts her wet locks, giving me access to her tense neck muscles
After a while, she turns in my arms. “I brushed my teeth. It’s safe to kiss me now.”
Her mouth meets mine, our tongues tangle, and not understanding the circumstances, my willie goes hard. “Can we? I mean. I’m pretty damn big. I wouldn’t want to hurt the baby.”
“Huh. Are we planning on celibacy for the next nine months?” Chuckling, she grabs the soft soap and pours some in her hands.
After sudsing, no pun intended, she circles my length, reaches to my balls, and gently tugs. “I recently read pregnant women make better lovers.”
“Yeah? How’s that?”
She places both my hands over her breasts. “These, for instance. They’re more sensitive.”
Damn.While my wife’s clever fingers please me below, I delight in her soft flesh. Her pink tips harden and we kiss as if I’ve been gone for years, not days.
Her blissful torture becomes too much to bear so I turn her back to my chest, my palms rub her belly, and I picture her round with my child.
More blood pumps south and a primal, chest-thumping Neanderthal takes control.Me Tarzan, her Jane. My baby. Mine, mine, mine.Fear for her safety strikes to my very soul. What would I do if I lost her? Unable to contemplate a loss so devastating, I lose my mind.
The edge of my hand slides between her legs as I bite her outer ear. Moaning, she wiggles her slippery butt cheeks against my raging lust.
“Babe, lean over.” With her hands on the tiles, I grab her hips, and stop with my tip at her entrance. “You sure it’s safe?”
“Now, you ask?” She snickers.
“I’m bein’ serious. What if I squish the baby?”
“You want me to Google it. Right now?” She glances over her shoulder, a bit of the Brooklyn sass in her eye as I swirl in her juices.
“You wouldn’t mind?” I nuzzle her neck.
“Later. I promise.”
“Youwilltell me if it hurts.” I need to research bun-in-the-oven-sex.
“Sweetie, the baby is the size of a fucking pea. Move it.”
“Bossy little baby-momma, aren’t you?”
“Yup. I figure I need practice.”
“For our kid?”
“No, for you. If you think you’re going to laze around while I do all the work, you got another think coming.”
“But sugar, I am working.” I thrust into her and as I’m about to do it again, the water turns to ice.
